Between sunset’s fiery streaks
slipping into the sea, and
the rising of the silver moon
is my twilight zone.
This is where I feel you–
in the crevices of my soul;
you fill the darkening hollows
in my twilight zone.
I feel your breath upon
my slowly crinkling skin–
balmy, tender caresses
in my twilight zone.
Your arms encircle,
wrap me in your warmth,
shield me from chills
in my twilight zone.
© Neetu Malik 2015—First Published in The Australia Times Poetry Magazine, Issue 321, October 2015.
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